Hector, Crown Prince of Troy—let the outcome of this fight decide the fate of the war. Myrmidons, with me! Hold the berserkers and the soldiers of Ilium at bay.

Hold on a moment, you young whippersnapper. It is not Hector you will be facing, but me and my men.

I, the divine Sarpedon—son of Zeus and Laodamia, grandson of the hero and King of Corinth, Bellerophon; the King of Lycia who received the *misopéthaménos* from my father—the Keres of war, general of the regiment of misfortune.